I Am The Luna By Moonlight Muse
Chapter 25

ZAIA

I press my foot on the brake as I wait for the security guards to unlock the large gates that leads to theentrance of our home. Once the large gates swing open, I drive through.

“Good evening Madam,” the night security guard says, tipping his hat to me. “Good evening, Aaron,” Ireply, sliding my car window up.

I glance up at the house when it comes into view. The upstairs window lights are on and due to thewarmth, a few of the windows are open.

The sound of a child’s laughter reaches my ears, and it’s like music. I park up in the driveway andturning the ignition off, I get out and shut the door quietly, wanting to surprise them.

I lock the car doors and make my way up the three steps that lead to the large four-bedroom home.Dad did not hold back. He gave us this when we first arrived.

Not only is it in a private area, but it’s extremely secure on all sides. The property itself has large wallstopped with spikes surrounding it.

“Come on, time for bed!” Mom’s voice rings in the air. Oh, he’s being a handful again!

I shake my head, unable to stop the smile from spreading on my face. I step inside and lock the doorbehind me. Putting my bag and keys down, I kick my heels off and stretch. Goddess, it’s been a longday…

I cross the large square hallway and hurry up the carpeted stairs, glad I made it home before they fallasleep. The door to their bedroom stands open, there’re toys and towels strewn across the carpetedfloor, and I pick them up. I massage the back of my neck as I stop in the doorway and peer inside.

Mom is sitting on one of the two beds that are against one wall with a chest of three drawers standingbetween the two beds.

“Mommy is home!” I gasp when my three-year-old son barrels into me, wrapping his arms around mythighs.” Mommy! I made an airplane!”

I smile down at my little Zion, and he stares back at me with bright blue eyes and black hair. A spittingimage of his father, right down to the dimples in his cheeks.

I crouch down and pull him in for a hug. “Hey Superman, show me this plane,” I say when I move backand tug his cheeks lightly. “Ok, Mommy!” He runs off, and I slowly stand up as I scan the room for mylittle Tinkerbell.

I notice her in the bed, hidden behind Mom, I walk over to them and kiss Mom’s forehead softly as shebeams up at me. “Ah Zaia, you’re home, thank the goddess.”

She always worries until I’m home and safe. That’s what mothers do. She gets up and I sit down as thegirl in the bed stirs. She’s already asleep….

I brush back her dark copper-coloured hair, my heart clenching slightly.

My princess almost never made it… she spent six months after her birth in hospital until she wasdeemed strong enough to leave… despite being three years old, she is extremely small, unlike Zion,who looks older than his age.

They both are of Alpha bload, but my Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and is quite petite in size,but she’s no less bright than her brother.

“Mommy…” she whispers, her eyes fluttering open. Grey eyes stare back at me, and I nod. “Yes, mydarling, I’m right here,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “I’m happy…” she says with a gigantic yawn.

“Will you tell us a story?”

I nod before I turn around.

“Zion! Do you want a bedtime story?” I ask the boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built withLegos. “Yes, please, but look at my plane. Sia helped me,” he says, glancing at his sister in bed.

“Oh, did she now… that is incredible, you two are incredible and so clever! Look at this amazing plane!”

I see Mom slip out of the room, leaving me with my two dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and Iread them a story of a young boy who goes on an adventure to discover lost treasure.

Soon they are both fast asleep, but I continue the story, letting them drift into a deep sleep. Only thendo I slowly lift Zion up and put him into his own bed.

“Goodnight, Mommy…” he murmurs sleepily. “Goodnight my Superman,” I reply, kissing his cheeksoftly before pulling the bedsheet over him.

I turn back to Sia and fix the sheet around her. I feel her pulse in her wrist, frowning slightly. Irregular…

I kiss her forehead softly, trying to soften the pain in my chest..

My little Sia… until this day, the doctors don’t know what’s wrong with her. But we aren’t giving up. Wewill replace a way for her to get better.

I sit there for a while, gently caressing her hair before I pick up the toys that lie around the bed andplace them aside before dimming the light. I make sure the monitor is turned on before I leave theroom.

I leave the door open a crack as I take out a few pins from my hair and shake it loose just as Momcomes down the hallway.

“Long day?” she asks sympathetically. I nod. “Yes, but it was a good day,” I reply. She smiles withunderstanding, “Then come, let’s go have some tea. You can tell me all about it.”

The dim hallway lighting makes her face glow, and I can’t help but smile as I walk over to her and giveher a hug. Thank you, Mom. That would be amazing.”

“What else are mothers for?” she replies. I hug her tightly. She’s right. Without her, I wouldn’t havebeen able to do all of this…

“Thank you, Mom,” I whisper before I move back. “Now come on, let’s go get that tea.” Mom nods aswe both make our way downstairs. She puts on the kettle and I take a seat at the kitchen counter.

“Any update with the doctors Sia flew out to see?” Mom asks after a moment. “They are being analysedby a doctor currently, hopefully soon,” I whisper as I stare at the glitter in the black granite counter,trying to mask my guilt.

Mom nods. “This is not your fault, Zaia, she will be ok. I can feel it, in my bones,” she saysdeterminedly. I look up at her, our eyes meeting, and I slowly nod.

I will believe it too and I will make sure my little princess gets the right treatment that she needs. 2

No matter what. Because she is my daughter, and she is a fighter.